You Are NOT Crazy!
...You’re a canary in the coal mine of a world gone mad.
Patient: There’s nothing wrong with me.
Doctor: There is. You just don’t know it.
“Experts say…” is the mantra of the New Normal, and the psychiatrist is the ULTIMATE expert.
And although Anthony Fauci is a verifiable troll (in under a year, he went from saying wearing masks is virtue signaling to double-masking “just makes sense”)—FAUCI-ISM (Fauci being an archetype) smells an awful lot like psychiatry.
Anthony and his Worldwide Health Minister Chorus were like shrinks in an asylum, fantasizing they were ordering that we be restrained and injected with tranquilizers (like they did in UK hospitals, injecting COVID-ward patients with the benzodiazepine midazolam.)
But I am referring here more to the LABELS—the name-calling labels that bobbleheads like Fauci littered the world with:
Anti-science
Anti-masker
Anti-vaxxer
COVID-denier
The Unvaccinated
—Not as science-sounding as the pharma-lobbied diagnostic classifications of the DSM-5-TR (the latest edition of the psychiatric bible), but mirroring mental disorders just the same.
You are NOT crazy.
You were born inside the largest outdoor asylum the world has ever known. Your crime?—was coming here in the first place.
In other words...
There is STILL absolutely nothing wrong with you if you got called any of the above labels (“diagnoses”).
From Nayirah al-Ṣabaḥ’s false testimony of incubator babies to weapons of mass destruction, to “Israel has a right to defend itself from rockets,” to “Stay Home! Stay Safe!” to Drag Queen Story Hour—you were raised within the confines of a maximum-security nut house.
In a recent article (subtitled “The Insanity Clause”), I revisited the shocking true stories of a German lawyer and a retired Canadian physician who got sent to psychiatric facilities for speaking out against Fauciism.
The “insanity clause” refers to the fact that the authorities of the New Normal are not above locking people up. If you refuse to fall in line with the prevailing narrative, including future narratives, you are not merely a dissident—you are “extremely dangerous to our democracy.” And a lunatic.
But, doc, I’m the only one I know who sees glitches in the matrix.
What do you do when what you see and what others see don’t match up?—THE question of our times.
Well, you can do what most people do (and did): you can put on a mask and refrain from inviting more than the allowed number of family members to Thanksgiving...
You can quake in your boots (or at least pretend to) when you see graphs like this one from a recent CBS News story (“Are terrorists trying to enter the U.S. through the southern border? Here are the facts.” ):
…That’s right, the “terror watchlist” is back after a brief hiatus, and 2023 is starting to look—well, terrifying.
This is not to say that ABC News headlines like “State Department issues “worldwide caution” alert amid Israel-Hamas war” are meaningless—or that Alex Jones’s InfoWars variation “State Department Issues Worldwide Terror Alert as Globalist Deep State Prepares False Flags” is unabashedly sensationalist…
But at some point, you’ve gotta get off the merry-go-round of a world in perpetual panic.
It grates the soul to pretend (forever) to play the just-another-patient-in-the-asylum character who listens with a kind ear to the nattering of the other inmates.
I’ll go so far as to say that whatever they tell us about terror watchlists, worldwide terror alerts, and even Israel-Palestine (yes, the untouchable topic) should be met by the default, “I’ll believe it later. Give me a year (to watch your falsehoods unravel).”
It’s MESSAGING.
It’s HYPNOTIC SUGGESTION.
It’s PROGRAMMING.
—And it always HAS BEEN. And that’s my position after everything we’ve been through.
If the lights had actually “gone out” (and here I’m referring to the Newsweek cover from January this year, “[Lights Out] Domestic Terrorists Could Take Out U.S. Power Grid—and Attacks Have Started” ):
They told us in advance that it was going to happen, and
it won’t be domestic terrorists (it’ll be the cryptocracy itself f*cking with us).
In other words, the Newsweek cover story of January 2023 is just like its “Doomsday Variant” cover story of August 2021. They’re just billboards—giant, overhead brainwashing advertisements for the empty-minded.
And if the Doomsday Variant, Lights Out, or Worldwide Terror hasn’t happened YET, there is at least a manufactured paper trail in case they do (on purpose).
The nuisance of lunchtime in the lunchroom of the asylum.
What I find hardest is not being able to have rational conversations with family and friends who are still under the media spell, a spell that has a wave-pattern effect:
Whatever percentage of the asylum woke up briefly during the inexplicable pivot from cave hunting in Tora Bora to Saddam Hussein in Iraq, at least half of those slipped back to sleep by the time the weapons of mass destruction narrative had collapsed when Assad in Syria became the next target tyrant.
The drums of war have the same effect as the silent pendulum swing of the hypnotist’s pocket watch. Just say “Israel-Palestine,” and the trance lands fast and furious. Everyone who was previously sane is suddenly fighting on social media.
But all I see are a pit of wriggling, angry monkeys being shock-zapped by off-camera mind-control specialists.
To be “enlightened”—is to be numb?
Lately, I’m constantly reading and seeing videos of spiritual gurus preaching variations on disconnection. Instead of pushing “engagement” (with one’s higher purpose or something), the standard advice is utter detachment.
By now, you MUST know that you are just the canary in the coal mine: you aren’t crazy; you’re so SANE that the insane world wants you shut down and locked away.
So, why not slip on an orderly’s uniform? Disguise yourself as an asylum worker, then casually walk past the intake desk and out the front door of the nut house?
No need to worry about your fellow inmates—they’ll stress enough for everyone and then some. If you miss their nattering, you can sit on a hill above the facility while smelling the flowers and watching them from afar as they mindlessly pace the courtyard.
Detachment with a view.